The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1887-12-09

Yes, an L6Hl LldShoA' INV SSSN
! young man who pumped the origin,
caught ye at it," interposed Boyles,
ton; IAN he says he wuz surprised
| that two young folks who had beer
! brought up III tine uurtur III aGmOni
ton o. the Lord could carry on so" -
Lem married Hepsy Burdette-
| good, likely gal as ever lived" sald
| Brattle Street. "Use ter be mighty
| clipper when she first come inter the
| choir, but when she found her fine
clo'es an ribbins an feathers wuz a
! draggin' her down to hell, she GIN EN-
to her sister Matildy." -,
Hiram remembered this venerable
witticism, and he remembered Hepsy
Burdette and Lem Haskell, too. Lem
was troubled with tits-a mild sort
OF EPILEPSY. Between the enfeebled
condition OF his intellect and his week
ly employment at pumping the organ
he fell into and maintained the pleas.
ing notion that he himself made all
the music the organ emitted.
And SO they hummed and Whisper
ed to him-these old. familiar tunes
OF the Carmina: Duke Street" and
"Uxbridge" and "Windham" and
dundee and "Olive's Brow" and o.
mutz"-ay, all these old friends of
Hiram's boy life among the Vermont
hills. They talked with him of the
common, the old court house, the
tavern, the bobbin factory, the spell
in schools, the huskin'-bees, the saw
mill, the trout brook, the buryln'
ground on the hill, OF Gineral Kim
balls orchard, and the long flower
beds in front of the old homestead;
and they talked of the times when Hi
ram went sugarin' of, and played hi
spy in the meetin'-house sheds, and
went slidin' dovn-hill on moonlight
winter evenin's, or attended general
trainin', aud played three-Old-cat on
the common, and chased butterflies in
the home lot, and got sCOlded for
tramplln' down the rowen. And as
they talked they spoke of the war.
"No, we didn't go ter the war" said
Old Rockingham, "but we KEEP the
wimmin folks comp'ny while the men
an boys wuz away, an l c~alclate
We saw q grander m%artyrdom
than you could ha' found on
any O yer battlefeIds. The men he'd
lots ter keep 'em braced up, for there
wuz the activity O war, the excite
ment O. change, an the thought O.
fame, country, an all that sort O.
thing; but the wimmin folks-there
wuz nothin' fur them ter do but ter
wait, an ter pick lint, an ter pray"
1.-The hills stood guard all round"
said Dedham, "as much as ter say:
There shan'n't no sorrer come to the
wimmin folks if we kin keep it away;
an it seemed as if they tried keep
their word, too, for the stage that
fetched the mail from Rrattleboro
allus broke down two or three times
on che road, whenever it had bad
news from the boys who had gone to
the war"
"Oh, but how sort O. fierce like the
minister use ter read out the hymns
in them days." said Ortonville; "an'
how he KEEP fightin' over the battles
o. the war in his prayers an SER
MONS" q.
can how the hull congregation use
tec rise up an sing, Praise God from
whom all blessing fow,' whenever
there III news that the Green mount
ain boys he'd won a battle!" cried
Old Hundred, proudly. /
"Yes, yes, we muss hev played our
part in the struggle" said Near;
solemnly, "for we helped ter give the
wimminfolks heart-an' it's wimmin's
prayers, l tell We, that win half the
battles men fight" :.
The old tune.book was humming
and murmuring to Hiram Atkins
when he fell asleep, and he dreamG
he was q boy again. !,
All around him was the rugged his,
With their patches of moss and their
brown rocks, that stood out like big
warts On their honest, homely faces.
The air was cool and fresh and full Of
the fragrance OF lilacs and of winter
green.
He saw the old homestead, with its
great yard and tail trees and the mar.
row walk between the flower beds
The robins fluttered in the NAPLES or
hoped through the green grass, and
there, among the daffodils and sweet
williams, stood grandma
She was coming to meet the little
boy who had been gone so longl How
her kindly eyes beamed through her
gold-bowed specksl A big velvet bag
hung over her arm; it was full ofcook-
les and nutcakes and lozengers. The
little boy knew that, and he q tc
clasp grandma's dear hands.
But it was only q dream. Hiram
was asleep, you know, and with it's
thousand holy harmonies the old tune.
book sung softly to the sIumberer.
EUGENE FIELD.